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Licking my lips, I watched the door intently, anticipation making my heart thrash against my ribs. “Four,” I taunted. “Five. Oh, look at that. Nothing happened. As expected.”
“I haven’t gotten to five yet, Abigail.”
Goose bumps sprouted along my entire body. I liked the way he said my full name way too much. His accent was too damn sexy with how it deepened, making it sound more like Avigeya. Each syllable was like a direct stroke to my clit.
Stupid vagina. Getting all wet and slick for him. Ugh, I should have put on panties when I got back to the dorm. Instead, I’d kicked off my yoga pants and climbed into bed in nothing but his borrowed T-shirt. My underwear was still somewhere on his bedroom floor.
“Four,” he drawled. My fingernails bit into my palms as I waited, my breaths coming out in pants he couldn’t possibly miss.
“Go away, Professor.”
“Wrong name. Five.”
I heard the lock click as it was disengaged. Gasping, I jumped to my feet when the door opened. The phone still pressed to my ear went silent as Vaughn stepped inside, pocketing his own while shutting the door and flipping the lock back into place.
“How did you—?”
Before I could finish demanding to know how he’d picked the lock, he stood right in front of me. His large, callused hand wrapped around my neck, jerking me forward. The coldness I’d sensed in him the night before was gone. His face was no longer blank. I saw wildness. Heat. Hunger. His obsession was back, shining out of those brown eyes I loved to get lost in.
This was the Vaughn who wanted me and only me. Every cell within my body came alive, and I leaned into his possessive touch, wanting closer.
No, I mentally chastised myself. Bad, bad hormones. Do not give in just because he flipped his dial from cold to scorching hot. He will switch to cold again soon and send me away.
It wasn’t fair that all he had to do was look at me like that and I was his again. That, with a crush of the coldness, I was thrown into a wasteland of doubt and despair. But in the glow of the chaotic madness that swirled in his honey-brown orbs, he gave me an addictive hit of euphoria.
“We are going to set some rules, wildfire. Rules that will keep us both happy and, more specifically, on the right side of mentally healthy.”
Even with my body engulfed in wicked heat from his possessive touch, I found the strength to scowl at him. “I wasn’t aware there was a left side.”
“Adorable joke, my sassy girl.” He tapped his thumb over my pulse point, a hint of amusement filling his blazing brown eyes, but he didn’t smile. He was angry with me. It was there, right below the surface; I could feel it in the firm way he grasped my throat.
He was right. We were too close to the edge of falling into something very unhealthy.
Who the fuck was I kidding? Obviously, we had both been free-falling into the abyss that was full-on crazy for a while at this point. It should have scared me. Him. This. Us. A normal person would have run and hidden from this man the moment they realized he was stalking them. A mentally stable person would not have craved more when they realized he was sneaking into their bed when they were sleep-drunk.
“Rule one: I call, you answer.” His voice was like thunder as the words rumbled from him. “That goes for texts as well. You don’t respond, I will fuck this throat. Rule two: open communication at all times. If you are happy with me, you express it. If I piss you off, you tell me what I did, when I do it. Even if that means you shank me.”
“Don’t make fun of me,” I snapped. “I totally will stab you.”
Maybe. Less than twenty-four hours into whatever this was between us, and he’d already pulled a Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde on me. Zero out of ten stars. Would not recommend. I hated it.
“I have no doubt you can go from my sweet girl to my violent girl.”
“Whatever,” I huffed.
“Rule number two applies to all emotions. I want to know if you’re happy or excited. You must always tell me if you are sad, and why, so I may fix it.”
“And if I don’t?” I snipped, not thrilled in the least that he wanted to be my emotional security blanket. Nope, nope, nope.
“I will pound your dripping pussy until you are delirious and tell me everything I want to know.”
My core clenched at the promise in his tone. “These punishments for breaking the rules sound more like incentives to me.”
“Not allowing you to come will be your penance, wildfire.”
A tiny whimper left my lips. It still didn’t sound like a repercussion, not that it mattered. We weren’t a thing. Even if we were, I didn’t think I could deal with a long-distance relationship. He had classes to teach for the summer, and my plans had changed the moment Hayat texted that she needed me.
Being away from him was going to hurt enough as it was. Thinking he was mine while all those thirsty college girls who’d signed up for the seminar and Professor Lynch were drooling over him would drive me crazy. I wouldn’t be there to ensure he didn’t grow obsessed with anyone else. If he did it with me, he could easily do the same thing with another woman.
